Tuesday, July 10, 2007

 

OH Canada

To quote the Grateful Dead, “What a long, strange trip it's been”.

I suppose it makes sense to begin at the beginning. Our trip had ominous tones when before we were even in the car Jeff wondered how Seneca could be comfortable in her car seat when it was only a piece of thin foam resting on plastic. I said it would be fine – she’s never cried about it before, why would she start now? Famous last words. In case you haven’t noticed, Seneca has turned into quite the pork chop. Her toes look like little sausge links and her tummy turns into a pot belly after a good meal. Three hours into our 12 hour trip she
decided to call it quits on the seat that had carried her many miles around the east coast and acted as a bed when none was available. We were traveling in backwoods Maine - trust me I’m allowed to say “backwoods” because on most days I see more tractors than cars – when all of a sudden a super mega Walmart appeared on the horizon. “Stop the car” I yelled from the back seat. Jeff did a quick u-turn and 1 hour later Seneca was snoozin’ in her new Cadillac sized car seat.
We
arrive at Cassidy Lake at around 2 am and are bone tired. Thankfully, Nana’s thoughtful neighbors had left the lights on for us and set up a crib for Seneca to sleep in.
Later during the visit Bronte had a near fatal encounter with some hallucinogenic mushrooms via horse poop – seriously, I could not make this up. Long story short, the
horse ate the mushrooms, and bronte ate the poo and started tripping out, going into seizures and foaming at the mouth. We made it to Sussex Animal hospital where they saved her life. She’s recovering, but at nights she still has some flashbacks. During the day she’s totally fine and dives for rocks and other sunken objects in the lake.

In brighter stories it was great to see Nanny, Uncle Doug and Barb. Nanny and I took a trip up to St. Martins for the required lobster roll and ice cream cone. I also made it to the Cream Puff for the necessary sticky bun and assorted cookies…mmm. Unfortunately, the week got away from us and I never got my hands on some dulse – oh well. Next year for sure! We saw a bald eagle swooping over the lake and enjoyed the sunset out on the back deck with good company, good food, and good music. I love CBC radio two.

The trip home was thankfully uneventful. We stopped at Tim Hortons once we crossed the border and then again at the Sunday River BBQ place where Seneca enjoyed, pulled pork, rice pilaf, corn bread, and to my dismay - baked beans.



















"So, come here often?"


Uncle Doug: devoted to the Jets no matter what.


Seneca gets swim lessons from Jeff, while Bronte waits for someone to throw the ball.


cutie pie


standin' strong


"I'm thinkin about getting some open toed Robeez. What do you think Nanny?"


Jeff kindly shares his oatmeal with the ever hungry pork chop.


Restin' on Barb before hittin' the sack.


Loungin' on Daddy.


Gettin' some lap time with Mom.


Sunsets at the lake are always a nice way to end the day.



Bottom's up! Bronte does her best imitation of a duck.





You know what? It's hard gettin' a photo of 3 good lookin' girls lookin' good simultaneously!


Hail, Hail, the gang's all here


Jeff picked a flower for Seneca, which she then picked from him- meanwhile Bronte still patiently waits for someone to toss the ball




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